Though my heart is filled with reluctance and worry, what must come will eventually come.

Half an hour later.

Lin Ziming signed the agreement with Chiron.

The Barbarian Commerce Association officially set out.

Clatter clatter clatter—

In the darkness of night.

The Barbarian Merchant Team, carrying Bao Xin Shiyin and his group, gradually moved further and further away, the crisp sounds of hooves and wheel axles growing faint.

Only a small flicker of fire could be seen, swaying with the wind from the extreme distance.

Finally, it faded and disappeared completely.

Lin Ziming, along with Chen Jinping and others, stood outside the city for a long time, watching the caravan depart.

In the end, he sighed and turned back into the city.

Developing a whole new alien world, this kind of separation is bound not to be the last.

.....

Three days later.

The planet rotated, and day and night alternated once again.

The three suns in the sky returned to their positions as usual, with not the slightest deviation, as if everything was back to normal.

But today.

Chixian City seemed somewhat different from the past.

Or more accurately.

The bulletin board in the industrial park, centered around the textile factory, agricultural machinery factory, bicycle factory, and fertilizer factory, was exceptionally lively.

"Hey, big sister, excuse me, excuse me..."

Huang Yusheng struggled to move his body, inch by inch, squeezing through the crowd.

The difficulty in advancing wasn't because he was a fatty—in fact, quite the opposite, as an ordinary operator in the axle workshop of the bicycle factory, Huang Yusheng weighed only 57 kilograms.

With a height of 1.65 meters paired with such a weight, he's still far from being considered fat.

This was actually pretty good.

It's worth noting that more than half a year ago, Huang Yusheng's weight was even just over forty.

Thin as a rake, he almost wasn't hired by the factory due to being underweight.

No choice.

As a refugee fleeing famine for several years, surviving alone was a miracle.

Some people, in extreme hunger, would even eat grass roots and gnaw on tree bark, not even daring to think about health issues.

If it weren't for the decent treatment from the bicycle factory over the past six months, allowing him to buy some meat to supplement with oil each day.

Huang Yusheng's weight would probably still be hovering around forty kilograms now.

Since body shape isn't an issue, the difficulty in progressing naturally comes down to one thing:

The crowd!

That's right.

The crowd in front of the bulletin board was indeed large.

To quote a famous local comedian, it was bustling with drums and flags flying, a sea of people—of course, the first two phrases are not actually present, but the last "sea of people" is no exaggeration.

Just as Huang Yusheng was moving forward step by step, making close contact with various bodies, a muttered complaint suddenly came to his ears:

"Damn it, there are too many people here, aren't there?"

Huang Yusheng turned his head and squinted, seeing that the speaker was an even shorter and thinner middle-aged man.

He was probably less than 1.6 meters tall, weighing around 51 or 52 kilograms.

In the bustling crowd.

This slender man was like a lone boat in the sea, helplessly rocked by the waves of people, struggling desperately to take just one small step forward.

Though unaware of his name.

From the light blue work uniform, Huang Yusheng could tell he was, like himself, an employee of the No. 2 workshop in the bicycle factory.

They might even have joined the factory at the same time.

Therefore, as Huang Yusheng pushed forward, he chatted back:

"Hey, bro, look at what you're saying.

Everyone is here to see the houses, how could it not be crowded? Who doesn't want a home?"

The man opened his mouth, just about to speak, but was swept away by the flow of people.

Huang Yusheng craned his neck to look.

After confirming his colleague was not in danger, he whispered a wish for good luck, and continued to "battle" forward.

That's right.

Just as Huang Yusheng said.

The hundreds of people gathered under the bicycle factory notice board were all there to see the houses!

Around last August, just before the Twin-Headed Bull Capture Battle began, the "Rabbits" formulated a comprehensive development plan for Chixian City.

The two most representative tasks were:

First, establishing factories to restore productivity and allocate idle labor through the introduction of light industry assistance.

Second, expanding the city and upgrading the city's supporting facilities.

The effect of the former goes without saying.

It's basically retracing the old path of the 70s and 80s, with over 200 local cases available without duplication.

If a city of seventy or eighty thousand people doesn't get full marks on this open-book test, Lin Li and his group can commit suicide in shame.

Regarding the second point of city expansion, it is still ongoing.

It's not entirely complete, but the progress bar has at least advanced halfway.

The establishment of several tributary villages is a representative example, where villagers have already begun cultivating the land.

Besides this.

Other supporting projects are also underway.

Such as the upgrading of Chixian City's pipelines, roads, and electrical equipment...

The employee housing project is one of these and a crucial part.

As previously mentioned, the layout of Chixian City is quite simple:

The Wei Family and other small clans and wealthy families reside in the north.

The main commercial area is in the south (the same A Street where Yu Lian first entered the city).

East and west of the city belong to the civilian and poor areas.

The latter two areas are the ones the "Rabbits" are focusing on redeveloping.

The western area has been designated for constructing employee housing.

Now, after more than half a year, the first phase of the employee housing is ready for delivery.

Returning our sights to the bulletin board.

After much effort and maneuvering, Huang Yusheng finally squeezed into the front of the bulletin board from the edge of the crowd.

With his accomplishment, Huang Yusheng ignored wiping the sweat off his forehead and eagerly gazed at the bulletin board.

In the next second, he opened his mouth wide:

Displayed beneath the bulletin board was a model of a completed employee building.

The model was exquisitely carved, clearly showing the stairs, windows, and the overall layout of the community.

There were even small figurines, made of either plastic or clay, placed at various positions, clearly allowing the comparison to judge the scale of the employee housing.

Simultaneously.

A screen on the bulletin board was playing a simulated film of someone moving in:

A middle-aged man wearing a farm machinery factory uniform happily rode his bike through several turns until the entrance of the community came into view.

"Ding ding ding—"

The man flicked the bike bell, smiling as he greeted the old security guard before entering the community, parking his bike in the shed, and carrying vegetables into one of the unit buildings.

The man's home was on the fourth floor, with the camera following his steps, the sound of his rubber shoes against the stairwell bringing an inexplicable sense of reassurance.

At the door, the man took out his key, and with a click—

The next second.

A bounding figure rushed at him.

"Daddy!"

Watching this warm scene, followed by the in-depth view of each room, Huang Yusheng's mouth was trembling with excitement.

Whether it's that leisurely living environment or the neat and bright sets of rooms, those are scenes he never dared to imagine, even in dreams.

In this worker housing planning and construction, the command center adopted a design from the 80s state-owned units standard dormitory building plan.

Each unit building has a total of seven floors, with 12 rooms per floor.

Each room has an area of 38 square meters, with a layout of two bedrooms and a living room, including a kitchen and bathroom.

There's no elevator, no garden greenery.

Nor are there community kindergartens or elementary schools.

This kind of outdated design, long eliminated in the local area, seems like paradise to the impoverished people of the Damo Realm.

Exactly, paradise.

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